Lacy Cream Ch. 01

Part 1

The boring beginnings of Lacy Cream

I watched the second hand on the clock tick by with an impossible slowness. In just an hour I'd finally be free from a thirteen year sentence imposed on me just because I was born. My last year might have been all my fault but that didn't stop me from counting the minutes until the bell rang for the last time. It was the last day of school and every kid in my grade was running around turning books in and getting things signed before they could graduate. I'd been through the process the year before so I made sure nothing held me back again.

I could hear the joyous laughter spill into the classroom as my classmates exchanged yearbooks to be signed. I didn't bother with a yearbook. I'd already been through that ritual the year before with my own class but they all moved on and left me behind to repeat my senior year.

A crumpled ball of paper flew past my face, hit the girl to my left then fell to the floor.

"Really dude," Marsha said.

Marsha Fjord was top tier, one of the prettiest girls in school. You either wanted to fuck her or you wanted to be her. She had a cute little button nose, lovely blue eyes, and a body to die for. I'd thought about fucking Marsha for the better part of the last three years when she started hanging out with my little sister Julie. Marsha was on the cheer team with Julie so they spent countless hours practicing their routines in the back yard. I'd like to think we were friends but she was so far out of my league it wasn't even funny. Even though she was nice to me, I knew there was no way in hell we'd ever break the barrier of sisters friend, and friends brother. Marsha's blonde hair was highlighted with streaks of red in an attempt to show some final end of year school spirit. The Mallard High Miner colors were red on red.

"Wasn't me," I said hiking my thumb over my shoulder to Pete Gray who was just laughing at the both of us. The teacher, Mrs. Sanchez couldn't care less, like me, all she was doing was counting the minutes to freedom.

Marsha glared at Pete and then flipped him the bird before she returned her attention to me.

"You going to The Bon tonight," Marsha asked.

"Not a chance, I didn't even go last year," I said trying to keep my eyes from wandering to her tits.

"Mom's getting us a keg, come on... we're legal now. You gotta come have a drink with me," she said.

"I don't think Julie'd want me there, I don't know if you've noticed or not but we don't exactly get along," I said.

Julie and I didn't exactly fight but we weren't each other's biggest allies either. Her dad married my mom when we were really young and I swore she resented both me and mom because of it. It wasn't out right hostility but it was always some snide remark here or there.

"She's not in charge of who you talk to. School is out and the moratorium against dating you is over. In exactly twenty minutes, you're fair game," She said.

"What are you talking about," I asked.

"It doesn't matter, all that matters is you're available in less than an hour. I thought I'd get my chance last year when you were graduating but then you didn't and I was all like... what the hell, I've gotta wait another year... but then I almost didn't graduate this year either so I totally understand but that doesn't matter either," she rambled.

We'd hung out before but I never even got the inkling that she liked me in any way. She was practically a fixture at my house for that entire year, practicing in the back yard and studying late into the night at the kitchen table. I loved it any time she came over. She'd always seem to wear the hottest clothes, like when Julie wore long red shorts under her cheer skirt, Marsha always wore bright red panties that were impossible to not notice.

"Me, you're talkin' about me, I'm skinny, not athletic in the slightest bit, I have no friends at all and I'm not even that interesting. Why would you wanna date me," I said as I flipped my long hair out of my face. I looked around for someone to jump out with a camera and laugh at the joke they'd made at my expense.

Marsha leaned in close, placed her hand on my arm, and whispered. "I've had a crush on you for a while," she said so matter of factly.

"You're joking right, who's recording. Nice try, let's all laugh at Tyson on the last day of school," I said. "You could have any guy in the school and you've had a crush on me. That's comedy gold right there," I said.

"Whatever dude, why do you think I'd need to practice with your sister so much, I know the routines better than she does. Think about it, those homework sessions with me and Julie were my idea. I told your mom to have us all study together because I wanted to spend time with you," she said.

"Who said you couldn't date me," I asked. I started believing her little by little but wasn't completely sold on the idea it wasn't all just an end of year joke at my expense.

"Your sister is cheer captain. I told her I had the hots for you last year but she made me promise I wouldn't go after you until you were done with school. Guess what, we're both done in exactly ten minutes," she said.

"You could have any guy, but you want me. Why," I asked.

"I don't know... I have a type, and you're my type," she said.

"I'm your type, exactly what type is that," I asked.

The bell rang and everyone jumped to their feet and almost ran to the door. Marsha looked down at me, "Doesn't matter, just promise me you'll come have a drink with me tonight," she said as she fluttered her eyes and pouted until I said yes.

I walked home from school in a daze. It was funny how one little thing could change your entire perspective and I was suddenly wishing I was back at school with Marsha, or anywhere with her for that matter. Her touch lit something deep inside and I needed it again. I hadn't planned on going to The Bon that night, I planned on staying in, and eventually playing with myself like normal but how could I turn down a beer from Marsha Fjord of all people.

"Maybe I'll get lucky," I said laughing out loud.

Before I knew it, I was standing in my bedroom with my cock in my hand. All I could think about was Marsha in her red and white cheer uniform. It wasn't the first time I'd jacked off to the thought of my sister's friend, hell there'd even been times I'd jacked off watching her and my sister practice their moves in the back yard but this time my imagination was so much more vivid.

The buzzing in my pocket pulled me out of my daydream. It was my best friend Shane texting to see what was going on that night.

"Going to The Bon, Marsha Fjord of all people wants to have a drink with me," I text back.

"Be careful dude, I hear she's trouble," he text back.

"Wym it's just a drink," I said.

Just after I hit send I heard Julie walk in the house. She was on the phone arguing and laughing at the same time. I waited until she was done to confront her about why Marsha couldn't date me until school was out.

"So, Marsha told me she's had a crush on me for a long time but you made her promise not to go after me. What's the deal with that," I asked.

"Oh my god, just doing you a favor bro, seriously though... just don't. She isn't right for you," Julia said.

"Why, what's wrong with her," I asked.

"I'm not getting into it right now, just stay away. Consider yourself warned," She said not giving me another second of her time.

Julie started rummaging through her closet and tossing clothes on the bed. She picked her phone up and started texting someone as she ignored me. Once she was done she stopped and just looked at me. "Listen, she has a type and you're not it. I'm telling you to stay away from her. She's one of my best friends so I know some things. Just don't okay," Julia said.

I couldn't get her out of my mind and the warnings from my sister and best friend did nothing to kill my interest. I had to go to the party, I had to see if Marsha was being serious or not. I put on my lucky blue underwear, then my best shirt with a pair of black slacks. If I was going anywhere, I may as well do it with some style. I opted for festive red suspenders and my favorite newsboy cap. I set off toward the field where the party was going to be at a skip.

I could see the orange glow of the fire long before I could even see flames and I could hear the music playing from loud speakers even before that. I don't know what I was expecting but what I saw was the biggest party I'd ever seen. The people of the Mallard seemed to go harder than anyone else around. It was like every person in town was there, old and young. Nearly everyone had a red cup in their hand, many were dancing and even more, were just hanging around the perimeter of the fire. Martha was being held up by the legs in a handstand over a keg and drinking right from the hose. Everyone around her was chanting "chug chug chug."

She dropped back onto her feet and the crowd cheered. We made eye contact, she steadied herself while we shared a moment where the entire party drifted away and all that mattered was the prettiest girl in the world. Her skin tight jeans flared out mid calf and her white crop top tied on the side gave off some serious '70s vibes. Marsha smiled at me then bee lined straight in my direction. Her arms stretched out before she even got close and all I could do was smile back at her and wrap my arms around her. Her bare skin on my hands was electrifying.

"I'm so glad you came," she said. Martha's hands were under mine. The way she hugged me forced my hands on top and all I could hold was her shoulders. I swore her hand was deliberately dropping lower and lower until she was almost touching my ass. I didn't want her to stop but as quickly as it started, it was over. She let go and turned her attention back to the keg.

"Let me buy you a beer, BARTENDER GET ME A BEER FOR MY DATE," she yelled.

Marsha was clearly already drunk and I couldn't help but laugh as she spilled half of the cup walking the four or five steps back to me. "I don't want my date being thirsty," she teased. Her top hung over her shoulder exposing a dark red bra strap that excited my imagination and only piqued my interest in where the night might take me.

"Oh, are we dating already," I asked.

I couldn't help but to hope she said yes. All through school I'd been a loner. I never had a date and I was sure I was completely invisible except for those closest to my sister. Marsha was the first girl to show me any kind of interest and I was already loving being her date.

"Course we're together. I toll you, I've waited too long ta have you, now you're mine," She said. It was clear she was beyond drunk and could barely string together a single sentence but I understood what she was saying.

She handed me a second beer and made me chug it. "Ya gotta catch up," she teased tipping my cup so far I had to down the whole thing in one swig. I kept eying my new girlfriend hoping I'd catch another glimpse of her bra strap or something more. Before I knew what was going on, I'd finished my fourth beer and almost had my fifth gone. My head spun and my vision faded as I heard the crowd start to chant a chorus of chug again. I felt my legs tip up over my head then it all went dark.

"Awe, he can't even hang with the girls," someone yelled from the background.

"It's okay, it's okay... let me help you," Marsha said as she guided me back to the ground.

The crowd has started chanting something about how I was a girl.

"They're calling me a girl," I cried into Marsha's shoulder. I still couldn't move and the whole world spun around me. I could feel her tits smashing into my side as her hand combed through my hair. I felt so safe in her arms and even though a raging party was going on all around us, she was all I could hear.

"It doesn't matter if they call you a girl sweetheart, being a girl isn't a bad thing. I like girls, and I think you'd make a really great girl," she said.

I could still hear them chanting 'Tyson is a girl' over the drumming of the music. I wanted to make them stop, I wanted to prove them wrong but my legs wouldn't move. Marsha kept whispering in my ear.

"I think you'd like it... maybe we should go back to your house. You'll see, god we're gonna have so much fun tonight. Help me get him up," she said as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I was embarrassed. It was my first real party, my first time drinking in over a year and I could still barely handle myself. My girlfriend could hold her booze better than I could. It was like she was the guy and I was her girlfriend.

"What did you say," Marsha said in my dream. She was still holding me as we drifted through the clouds. I tried explaining that I wasn't man enough to drink and that my girlfriend was apparently more of a man than I was. "I should be the girl in this relationship," I muttered.

The next thing I knew, my head felt like it was splitting in two. I was alone back in my bed but something felt really weird. I opened my eyes and couldn't see a thing. The room was still pitch black. I'd been undressed and placed in my bed. My hand was touching my bare leg but as I brought my hands up, I felt a thin strap around my waist. The whole room was spinning and I fought to keep from puking. I forced my head to stop moving so I could figure out what was going on.

I wanted to turn the light on but I was just too out of it. I could barely move and just as I started drifting back off to sleep I felt what I could only figure was the cups of a bra held firmly across my chest.

I didn't move one bit until the room was blindingly bright and hot. My hand immediately explored my body to see if I'd been dreaming or not and to my horror, I found that it was not a dream at all. I flipped the covers off my body and saw that I was wearing a matching bra and panty set just like the one... I was wearing the exact bra and panty set Marsha had been wearing the night before.

The deep red thong panties cupped my growing cock so perfectly while gently caressing my back door and the bra actually felt wonderful against my skin. The long line floral lace bra was unbelievably soft and erotic. I couldn't help but to think about how Marsha would look in the set as my cock grew so much it started tenting and tugging the thin string across my tender asshole. A little vision of Marsha wearing the lingerie flashed into my memory followed by the realization that I'd not only asked to wear her underwear but that I'd actually begged her to let me wear it.

My cock couldn't have got any harder even if she were standing right there wearing nothing but her birthday suit. "Please Marsha, may I wear the panties," I remembered begging before she tossed her lingerie at me. The whole night was a blur and even the memories I did have were spotty at best but I didn't need a memory to know how Marsha's bra and panties were making me feel. I was more turned on than I'd ever been up to that point.

I looked at myself in the mirror and imagined Marsha standing in the exact spot I was. Her hand wouldn't be holding a cock but it might be exploring the folds of her pussy lips. I looked down below my pecker and ran my fingers through the loose skin covering my balls. I imagined I was Marsha and that I was fingering my pussy. I pressed my fingers into the hardened tube between my cock and asshole just like a girl might do with her G-spot. Just the thought of being Marsha made me leak precum into my hand.

Would she lick the cum from her hand or would she spit it out? I didn't have a whole lot of experience in that subject. All my knowledge came from porn and the women all seemed to love cum so much that they'd share it with each other. I scraped the drop off the head of my cock and sucked it clean. My cock swelled from the thought of eating cum like one of the hot women I watched on my computer. It didn't taste like much of anything. It was just a little salty, not good but not bad either. I continued eating my precum until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh god, fuck me, Tyson. I need you to make me yours," I growled into the mirror. I focused on the lingerie and how it felt against my skin. The dark red lace looked great on my pale body and I sprayed cum into my cupped hand. I opened my mouth and imagined taking the load straight in my face just like all the pornos I watched. I could smell the cum even before I got it to my lips. As my hand filled with spunk, my desire to eat it slowly drifted away. I had every intention of tasting it but with my balls empty I couldn't. I didn't even feel sexy in the lingerie anymore.

I couldn't get out of Marsha's delicates fast enough. I felt so perverted for having even been turned on by them in the first place. I felt gross for imagining myself as her rather than imagining fucking her. I couldn't believe I was even about to eat my own cum. I wasn't gay and eating cum was pretty gay. I jumped in the shower not just to get clean, but mostly to wash the filthy thoughts from my mind as well.

I stood dripping wet, wrapped in a towel in front of my closet. Marsha's red bra and panties still lay in the corner of the room, and like a beacon, they drew my attention until I could no longer resist them. I only planned on looking but somehow I ended up holding the soft lace panties again. My immediate disgust was replaced with visions of my body wrapped in the girl's underwear. I needed to feel the softness caress my most tender bits and hug me in its erotic embrace just one more time.

"They're just underwear," I whispered as though they had some unnatural spell on me.

The moment I slid the panties up my legs, I knew I was doomed. I physically felt my pulse slow and my body relax as though it was returning to a state of pure joy. Somehow, the bra and panties actually felt more like what I was meant to wear. My ass took on a completely different profile in the thong panties and even though I had absolutely no breast tissue, I could imagine myself with a small handful each.

'That's gay,' a quiet voice tried yelling through all the thoughts about how much I enjoyed thinking I was a girl. I could hear the male voice protesting, calling me every name in the book but a more caring and compassionate voice responded with the phrase, 'be yourself.'

"Be yourself," the memory of Marsha's voice came back to me from the night before. I could still see Marsha burned into my retinas wearing my tee shirt and my lucky blue boxers. We'd switched clothes some time that night but I couldn't remember anything else.

"Bzzz Bzzz," my phone went off.

"Hey QT U feel OK," Marsha texted.

"OMG, I didn't think I could hurt this much," I sent back.

"I could cum rub U," she said.

"That sounds great but I feel like I'm gonna pass out again," I said.

"Get some rest, come see me tomorrow, xoxo," Marsha said.

I couldn't take any more and stumbled back to my bed where I collapsed into a heap again. I heard laughter a few hours later then I woke up when it was dark outside and I'd been wrapped in my blanket. My stomach ached with hunger and my head swam from the remnants of a passing hangover. I needed something to eat and more than that, I needed some pain killers to kill my headache.

I slipped on some jeans and a tee shirt in the dark. Threw a hoodie on then stepped into my shoes and stumbled down the stairs. The house was quiet which was unusual for a weekend. It was darker than I thought it should have been for spring and cold. I was glad I'd thrown on my jacket when the chilly air hit my bare skin. We lived on the outskirts of town and a quick ten minute walk dropped me in the center of town.

"Hey dude, what happened to you last night," Shane said from the darkness.

"Where you at," I hollered out.

Shane stepped out from behind a bright yellow truck wearing the biggest smile I'd ever seen. He jingled a set of keys in front of his face and started laughing. He'd been hinting for months that he was going to buy a truck but I figured it was all bull shit like every other time he was going to do something cool.